Shambhala

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I sit with one hand clapping. 

Joshu's Dog.

A Womans place.

A womans role in this world is hard to fathom. Our beginnings and our present are a confusion to us all. What is our role within this life? What am I to do? I have found from the silence of within, that our role here is as a Mother to the world. To love all, and give freely of that love. We could become the healers of all maledictions in this world if it truly became the desire of ALL women to Heal this World. To attach ourselves to no-one, but to become the safe refuge for all, is what we should become. The refuge for the weary, the broken, the lost and alone. The nurse, the cook, the gentle soothing words of a mother to a child. The book at bedtime, the kiss of a mother to a son. All men are children without their innocence. And the innocence of the truly young child needs to become something precious, and made to stay a lot longer then it does at present. While the men regain their own innocence of perfect self along this path of wisdom and truth, we have to be mother to the world. This it seems is Our role here! There is much work to be done today. Have faith, believe in the powers of good and from this, miracles will become possible. Where was love stored from the beginning of time? Right here within the breast of a mother's heart. We must release it into this world. For God's sake and our own sakes. 

 

Love as always in this NOW space and time moment of existence.